Not proof read. I listen to extremely depressing music when I write this. I don't know if that's a good thing or not.

His little whispers,
"Love me, love me
That's all I ask for
Love me, love me."
He battered his tiny fists to feel something
Wondered what it's like to touch and feel something

Peter watched as the group departed from Hook. He'd heard their plan, though this one, he wouldn't mess up, at least, not entirely. He was well prepared for anything that came his way on Emma's front, but not Hook's. Thus was why he kept to the shadows, watching Hook pace back and forth. Hook was the anomaly Pan never planned on experiencing. Where love once was, even if there had been hatred and resentment, there was devotion. What kind of devotion did Hook have to Emma? Was it stronger than the bond he once shared with Peter? The thought felt like two hands coming to cradle his heart despite it being nestled in his chest. Those hands were cold and the nails were just a tad too sharp. It wasn't a deathly blow, but it was enough to be constant, and slightly painful.

Peter slunk through the shadows, his lithe form moving swiftly as if he was merely a soft breath of wind. He tailed Hook, watching the man move further and further away from the area the group had all convened in. Peter knew exactly what was going on, and he was also extremely sure Hook knew he was being followed. Still…Peter kept to Hook's plan, being the ever-compliant villain. 'You see me as a monster...so a monster I've become...'

Hook stopped at a cliff, looking down at the jagged, rocky waters that lay beneath. Peter knew this cliff well. Part of him was astonished Hook would choose such a place, but perhaps the memory was just as fresh in the pirate's mind as it was in Peters. Perhaps that was Hook's way of saying that his luring of Peter was important and not just some ploy to get Emma back her son.

"I know you're there," Hook finally said, shattering the silence with his raspy, velvet voice.

Peter came into view, his face blank and unreadable, though there was so much going on inside. He waited, giving Hook the power to lead this encounter in any way he saw fit.

The pirate looked down at the rocks again. "You remember this place?"

"Of course," Peter responded, unsure if he should take a step forward or not. He waited, shifting his weight from side to side.

Hook smiled, though it wasn't warm, friendly or inviting. It was pained and desperate. "I could have…you know. I would have…"

"I know, Killian."

Hook looked like he was several steps from breaking down again. There was such a storm under that skin, Peter could practically see its lighting surge through the man's veins with uncertainty and hear the thunder of clouded thoughts of "what if's and "buts."

That day… that day that seemed like it was so long ago now. It had appeared to be one of the best days of Peter's existence, but it was also the one he regretted the most…

Peter couldn't move any closer. Thunder growled lazily in the distance as he stared with horror-filled eyes at his lover. His fingers itched and his knees burned. He wanted to run… He wanted to move to Killian's side, pull him into a hug and never let go. He wanted to cry into the man's shoulder and tell him everything… Everything that Killian meant to him. Instead, he stood there; frozen.

Hook sat at the cliff's edge, his legs dangling over. His eyes were puffy and red from crying. He kept laughing, despite the tears that were streaming down his face, staining his cheeks and wetting his tunic.

Peter still didn't move. He watched the pirate bring out a bottle of rum, taking a few deep, selfish gulps before throwing the bottle over the cliff and watching it shatter against the jagged rocks in the water below. Peter winced.

"You know what'so bloo'y great 'bout this island?" Hook asked through slurred words. He laughed again as another bottle of rum appeared in his hands. "I c'n drown on rum! I don't even have to jump!"

Peter clenched his toes, curling them into the dirt.

"That's the best thing 'bout this island! You always get what'ya wan'!" Hook's words sounded elated, but Peter knew better. He was verging on madness. Peter watched as the man's shoulders shook and heard the pained sobs from the pirate.

"Killian…" Peter said finally, ending his silence.

The pirate turned to look at Peter, almost as if he didn't recognize him. "You're a monster…" Hook said softly. "Look what you've done to me…"

Peter didn't even bat an eye. He hardened his shoulders and straightened out his neck, waiting to hear the rest this pirate had brewing in his mind.

Hook took another deep swig from the rum bottle. "You were always so cute with your…lil soft cheeks n'yer roun' eyes. I should have known better…" Another swig. "I suffered every beating, every cut and every pathetic excuse from your foul mouth!" He finished the bottle off, throwing it down. "I SUFFERED!" he shouted. "I SUFFERED EVERY DAY IN HOPES YOU'D COME AROUND! I suffered in hopes that you'd really…truly love me." He rocked dangerously.

Peter almost moved forward, but he didn't. He continued to listen.

Hook turned, crawling away from the cliff's edge, though he looked more like a baby just learning how his limbs worked. His arms tangled into each other and he fell face forward, rolling onto his back as he looked up at the sky, moaning in misery. "I believed….I believed in you…"

Peter closed his eyes. He couldn't take this. He didn't like this Hook. He didn't like seeing the man he loved more than anything, anyone-reduced to some crumbling, shamble of a man with a sob story to tell at a pub. He didn't like seeing the red rims that traced those once sparking bright eyes. He didn't like seeing those sunken cheeks or that disheveled hair. Who was this man? Where had his Killian Jones gone? He heard shuffling sounds of grass and rock followed by silence. Peter opened his eyes to see the pirate with his arms spread wide and his back to Pan.

"I want to die…" the man said softly.

Peter stepped forward. He took another step, and another until his body pressed against the pirate's and he took the man into a hug. His face was nestled between the man's shoulder blades. He said nothing. He just simply held Hook. The man's body seemed to relax and to Peter's surprise, he felt arms wrap around his own.

"I still believe in you…." Hook admitted.

"And I still love you," Peter whispered. It was all he needed to hear. It was all they needed to say. Peter made up his mind that he'd go along with his plan despite how much it hurt him… Hook believed in him…and that's what he had wanted all along.

Hook shoved his hands into his pockets, looking at Peter with eyes that the boy could barely even recognize. They were so clouded, so lost to him. "Was it all a game to you?"

"No."

Hook nodded, though he didn't look entirely convinced. He ran his tongue over his top lip in thought. "Did you know you would…then?"

"Yes. I'd thought about it for some time. That day I decided upon it."

Hook winced as pain crawled over his shoulders and etched itself so evidently in his face it practically turned him a shade lighter. He took a step back, getting closer to the edge. "How could you love someone…and do that to them?"

Peter opened his mouth but he took a moment to collect his thoughts. "I didn't think I had a choice-"

"You could have told me!" Hook interrupted, anger lacing his words as his volume threatened to become a full-blown yell. He took a step closer to Peter. "We could have found a way, together."

Peter looked away, pursing his lips for a moment. He closed his eyes, much like he had all those years ago, trying to reach at something that could sway this situation. He could feel how close Emma was getting to her son now… "I'm going to die soon," Peter said. "I'm going to die and if I don't succeed again. I will die."

"That's why Henry's here?" Hook asked, much calmer now.

"Yes."

"So he's the pig you're leading to the slaughter this time." Hook laughed softly, but it was dark and brimming with anger. "You love him too?"

"Killian...no," Peter said, desperation evident in his tone. "I lost you once. I can't bear to lose you again."

"I died the day you tried to take my heart." Hook walked by the boy, brushing his shoulder against his. He paused, his lips just a few inches away from Peter's ear. "I don't even know where to start from that."

"But you want to?" Peter asked softly.

Hook pressed his lips to Peter's temple before walking away.

Peter furrowed his brow, letting the air he didn't even know he was holding in his lungs escape into the world. He looked back, but Hook wasn't there. Silence clouded the air around him; thick and heavy like a fog. He swallowed hard. He never apologized. He never explained his reasons or even made any excuses, yet Hook was here again. This was Peter's second chance and he'd do anything to make sure it went his way…

I think I'm almost to the end of this story. I've been writing another one though. I can't believe there aren't more stories about these two. If anyone knows of any on tumblr or on here, please let me know? I'd like to read them.